It would get entangled in the tires eventually. I pulled up at the curb. My eyes slid along her exposed leg. “Your dress is a problem.”
“You’re right,” she said, looking around. The sidewalk here in Greenwich was deserted, and paparazzi had definitely not followed us. She slid down the zipper slowly and the dress pooled at her feet. Marcella stood before me in nothing but heels and a tiny thong.
Bunching up her dress, she stalked toward me. “It’s getting cold. Can I have your leather jacket?”
I would have given her everything she asked in that moment. Seeing her put on my jacket, I was overflown with a strong sense of possession and protectiveness. Even if Marcella deserved better than me, I would never let her go again. I wanted to be with her, wanted to be the first to kiss those luscious lips in the morning and the last to kiss them in the evening.
With my jacket thrown over her delicate shoulders, Marcella mounted my bike behind me. Her bare legs pressed against mine and maybe it was my imagination, but her pussy was scorching my backside through the fabric of our clothes. “I’d have never thought that the spoiled princess would one day become my old lady.”
“Maddox,” she said in a dangerously sweet voice. “If you call me old lady again, I’ll suffocate you with a pillow in your sleep.”
I grinned.
“Hold on tight,” I said. I suddenly knew where I wanted to take her. It was a place I’d visited on several nights in the last few weeks. Five minutes later we pulled up at the pier that led to Little Island. It was a man-built island on tulip-shaped pillars with a beautiful view of New York and the Hudson River. At this time at night, it was already closed so we would be alone.
I stopped right before the closed gates and got off my bike.
“Wait a sec.” I’d broken into the park before so it didn’t take me long to climb over the fence, trick the security system and open the gates.
Marcella had opened the visor and was smiling appreciatively. Fuck. Seeing her with spread legs on my bike, my leather jacket barely covering her tits and her enticing flat belly and the tiny thong, I almost lost it. I hurried back to her and we rode up the ramp onto Little Island.
It was mostly dark only lamps attached to the banister cast a soft glow on the area. During the opening hours after nightfall, the pathways and several trees were illuminated as well. Now the lights of the city around us were our main light source. I meandered up the pathway that led to the highest spot of the small island. It offered the best views over the city and river and was secluded from the occasional bustle down at the pier.
I pulled to a stop and Marcella dismounted the bike, depriving me of her warmth. She looked around curiously while I got off as well. Her skin appeared almost translucent in the silvery moonlight. Her nipples hardened, dusky red pebbles I wanted to touch and suck. She smiled at me. “I’ve never been here before. How can you know this place when you’ve lived in the city so much shorter than me?”
“I’ve had a lot of time on my hands at night these last few weeks. Discovering the city was a better option than sitting alone in my apartment.”
Marcella regarded me thoughtfully. “You miss your biker family?”
“I miss the company, the laughter and the noise. Silence is not my thing.”
“You’ll find friends in the Famiglia. You and Growl get along well already, and my family will come around too.”
I hadn’t come here to discuss my lonely ass. I wanted to be with Marcella. “I’m not alone now,” I said in a low voice, walking up to her. I slid my hands under the jacket, my calloused palms worshipping Marcella’s silk-like skin. She was a goddess. As fierce as Hera and as beautiful as Aphrodite. I would follow her into Hades if she asked me. I was already halfway there anyway after I’d killed my uncle for her.
She didn’t stop me as my hands cupped her breasts. I stifled a groan as her nipples pebbled even more against my palms. Marcella’s eyes fluttered and her body imperceptibly shifted into my touch. I could feel a shiver race through her body and was confident it wasn’t from the cold. I rubbed my thumbs across her sensitive nipples then lowered my head to capture one of them between my lips. Marcella released a soft moan, all the encouragement I needed.
My tongue circled her nub as my hands traveled down her sides to cup her firm ass. Her muscles constricted under my palm. “Fuck. I missed your taste.”
Marcella grabbed my head and hummed her approval. The sound of the water below the pier and distant voices carried over to us.
“Do you have anything we can lie on?” Marcella asked in a breathless voice.
“Only my jacket, but I think you won’t need it. I’ll keep you warm.”
Marcella grinned knowingly when I helped her out of my jacket and spread it on the ground then lowered Marcella and myself on it. The lawn was soft enough so my jacket was all we needed. Our lips met with less urgency than ever before. The kiss wasn’t rushed. We really discovered each other’s mouths.
I stretched out between Marcella’s legs and resumed my teasing of her breasts. When she became restless, I allowed my lips to discover her ribs then her belly button. The heady scent of her arousal reached my nose and what little blood had remained in my brain now descended into my pants as well. I moved lower and teased Marcella’s pussy lips apart with the tip of my tongue before I caressed along her seam. She was slick with her need for me. Knowing I wasn’t the only one who’d gone almost insane with desire in the last few weeks set me at ease.
“Oh Maddox,” Marcella said thickly as stroked her sensitive folds with the tip of my tongue before I used my piercing to tease her clit. She responded with a low moan and a new flood of arousal. I took my time. I didn’t want to rush this. The gentle thrusting of her hips and the way her fingers kneaded my scalp were good indicators I was doing it right.
Time lost its meaning. Watching Marcella lose herself completely to my touch, forgetting everything around us, even the small possibility of being caught, was rewarding in itself.
I needed to be inside of her. I needed to remind myself that Marcella Vitiello was really mine from her perfectly painted toes to her coal-black crown. I tongued her faster, growing impatient. Her moans picked up, her nails digging into my skin as she gripped my biceps almost desperately.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered thickly.
As I circled her clit, I slipped two fingers into her, stifling a groan at how tightly her walls gripped me. Everything faded to the background as I buried my head in Marcella’s lap and lost myself in her heat and taste. Her fingers raked through my hair and she moaned in the most beautiful way. She arched up and I gave her clit a sharp tug, sending her over the edge.